"...1955"

Just a day. One so long ago.  An ordinary day in another version of who we still more or less are. There was an order to things. Many ugly, and brutally enforced, but a stability. Presidents were visibly sane, and there was a notion that the future might be better, …at least for some.

I couldn’t go back to live there, but I would visit certain moments.  

To see my mother pushing a pram with my new born little sister in it. …my father walking our dog. Grandma walking up the stoop to visit us in our new house. Those things. Common little things. These I would watch from a distance. I’d also be tempted to buy vintage comic books. Not for eBay, but to take to the Land of Tomorrow here to read, and treasure.